Amon smiled behind his shroud, glad that Naya was willing to talk. He preferred talking to needless violence, but he wouldn't have hesitated to use his powers had it been necessary. The lightning in his off hand dissipates, the crackling arcs slowly fading. He swings Ra'Kes in a graceful arc as though he is going to flick the fire off of the blade, but instead the fire dissipates rising into the air above the blade before vanishing.

He listens to the woman's words, and notes the salute she makes pressing two fingers to her lips before moving them to rest over her heart. He replies in kind taking his right hand balling it into a fist and placing it over his heart bowing his head, before returning to stand as before.

He continues to listen as Naya explains who she is and where she is from, Amon doesn't know the place but he recognises a few words: coven, witch, Belladonna. He thinks back to where he read those words, in his mind he pictures an old ledger long ensconced in dust with a cracked leather cover.

He returned his full focus to Naya as she remarked 'I didn't want to tell you because I thought you were human and might try to hurt them. Forgive me, I didn't know that there were any male witches'.

Amon walks over to Ormuzhd the salamander having finished the jam has rested his head on the ground again the delicate glass jar resting between his huge feet. Amon picks up the jar, before turning back to Anya to reply 'Not all those without the gift of mage-blood wish to hurt mage-kind, but you are right to be cautious. As for this witch term you use, I believe the male alternative is warlock?' Amon spoke the words witch and warlock slower than the rest of his sentence, making it quite obvious he'd only seen the words written down before. 'If you are seeking shelter then you can come with me, I will take you to the city and the Council will be able to help you. They are always willing to help fellow mage-kind when they can, although they will refer to you as a sorceress not as witch, it is merely our way'.

With that Amon turned once more and walked over to Ormuzhd, he then clambered onto the lizards back and settle himself in the front half of the saddle. He ran one hand down Kalophis back stroking the feathers softly, the hawk cawed once and took to the skies. Amon still sat in the saddle turned to look at Naya still stood in the shade of the boulder he'd found her under. Then he reached down, he opened a pack attached to the side of Ormuzhd's saddle and pulled out a long cloth hood and shroud, the material was light and was dyed grey. 'Here' he threw it to Naya 'You will need this if you're to ride with me, else you'll be as much sand as flesh and blood by the time we reach the city.'